© jeremiah johnson
- a friend to me.
Need to put this somewhere where I can hold on to it.
|(Names have been altered slightly, just in case.)|
|Josie:||I have a new crusshhhhh|
|Matt:||Me too! On a boy!|
|Pearl:||You're a boy with a crush on a boy?|
|Matt:||Yeah he's really cute.|
|(pause for a bit)|
|Matt:||Boys can like boys. I just can't marry him because boys can't marry boys.|
|Me:||Yeah they can. You can marry whoever you want.|
|Josie:||YEAH my tia has a wife so now I have a titi and a auntie.|
|Matt:||Okay. Then maybe I'll marry him.|
|Dave:||(from across the room) No you can't you're seven.|
|(Age was apparently the only foreseeable problem anyone of my elementary schoolers could see with gay marriage. I almost cried out of happiness. Later, when I was asked if boys could kiss anyone they wanted, I replied "only if they want to kiss you back." And Josie responded "Yeah! Your body your life.")|
|My students are the shit.|
I just got birthday packages from my sister (yay!) and they’re addressed in her writing but my name is spelt wrong.
This makes no sense. I can’t even call her up to thank her and mock her because she’s abroad.
I’m so confused.